Letter to the love of the past!

I could start this letter by talking about the way your smile conquered me and your perfume invited me to follow you, I could say how much I prayed and asked in thought for you to notice me – I think it worked.

I would calmly talk for hours about you, about how we dreamed and lived together, how everything we did seemed to fit together perfectly, I would spend days numbering all your qualities and talking about how wonderful your smile was, I could spend months telling all the stories we lived together and how I blindly believed them.

But today nothing makes sense anymore, they are just company for my memories, everything we live is that box that I leave at the top of the closet and turn around every time the longing arrives, I still close my eyes and I can remember how happy we were in that corner of ours – it seems that everything today wants to take me to the past, the bottle of wine we always drank, our music playing several times on the radio, was the invitation for me to go to the past.

Music playing loud on the radio, and without a doubt my eyes watered and the desire to have you close came with all the strength, it wasn’t a feeling of loss, today it was the longing that spoke louder, I close my eyes and I can remember how many times we heard that song and made plans lying in bed and looking at nothing, we idealized dreams and that desire to do everything our way.

The blessed wine stain is still on the carpet, no matter how much I wash it there’s nothing to take it away, maybe I didn’t really want it to leave, with it I’m able to remember the good times we had and how many times we rolled in that floor, whether to play or to love us.

We had good and wonderful moments and watching you leave was one of the most painful moments, but leaving you there was even more painful, we knew that we couldn’t go on, “sometimes it’s necessary to let it bleed and burn, one hour it will heal, the separation it’s often like taking a nail out of the foot, we need to remove it all at once, it will hurt, burn and we may even scream, then the pain will pass and little by little we will step on again. ”

If at that time you told me that breakups hurt so much, I would say it was a lie and that the person was making it up, but today I understand that letting someone you love go is something very painful, even if it is the best thing to do in the situation. and that there’s nothing we can do to change that, the feeling that takes up residence in the chest is something overwhelming.

With you, you live beautiful moments and these today are kept in a very special place, I wish you to be happy wherever you are and with whomever you are, that you are able to lie in bed, look at the ceiling and make new plans – I hope that one day this pain in my chest will pass, the longing will no longer make an address and that this stain on the carpet will be just a stain and not the invitation to eternal memories.

It’s fine there, I’m fine here.

With affection, someone who just wants to see you well!

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